Shortcuts

Walk like you don´t need money
Love like you´ve never been hurt
Dance like no one´s watching

But don´t forget
There´s no relief
For your pain

Songs aren´t for you honey
Sometimes you bleed before the cut
Sometimes you think you´re jumping
But you´re realy falling

There´s no protection net
But you still believe
And ignore the rain

Following the highway
Or a shortcut
Is the same

No longer you will stay
And it realy hurts
Cos all is a wicked game.

Escrito em Maio 2000